When Nostalgia hits you in the present

I woke up too early for breakfast and too late to go back to sleep so I impulsively grab my camera, a jumper and jump on my scooter. I have enough time to see the rice fields one more time before my bus to Canggu depart and I feel I might regret not riding in Ubud one last time before leaving the town.
It’s my last time in Ubud before who knows when… I feel nostalgia already while driving through the little streets and the green landscapes. This morning is my last sunrise completely by myself. Nobody I know is around and I can freely do as I want. I’ll miss this sensation of freedom but I’m ready to meet my friends-familyfromBali and start another type of Journey with Wes in Lao.

This subtle feeling of nostalgia makes me see things more vibrant, more beautiful, more unique and magical. Any goodbye, any realization of a new Era coming up is making you appreciate the World for what it is really: a Miracle. How strange is it to miss this moment of my life while living it…

The last sunrise in Ubud.
Going to the Tegallalan Rice Terrace one last time, before the tourists awaken, before the heat start heating up the asphalt, was a sort of goodbye for me. A closure to one side of me, of an experience and a type of adventure I lived for the last months in South East Asia.

Gamelan

I sat down at the first row. I was not the kind of student who used to sit right next to the teacher in class but after all, it’s not everyday that I’ll be able to see a traditional Balinese show. And after the few first notes of the Gamelan resonated in the big room, I knew it was probably be the last time!
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No dogs allowed 

“I am Muslim!” Said proudly the taxi driver who was driving me from Ubud to Canggu. “And you?”

“Hmmm… I try to take what I think is the best from every religion, but I am not from one confession really!”

The taxi driver didn’t talk to me until the rest of the trip. He looked obviously upset! Whatever is your religion in Indonesia, you HAVE to have one. 

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Canggu, don’t let me go

Staying in a place for a week or more is, I would say, essential when you travel for few month. It’s like taking holidays of your trip. You can rest your bones on the same bench in the same spot at the same time everyday if you want to. You start to make friends and do some plans together, the kind of plans you do at home with your homies. You discover all the good places of the city and you have time to try all the different coffee shops and register all the wifi passwords of the town in your iPad. You take your time. 
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Tanah Lot

Old Man’s + Pretty Poison = Terrible Hangover.
But eh. You are travelling, you are still young and you have a new mate. So you wake up, drink a lot of water and you shake the fog around to feel better and do something with your life. Actually, you don’t shake it too much, your liver will never forgive you too much energy right now.

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